Modernization in All Things is Ill-considered Advice

Modernization in all things is ill-considered advice. Rather one should say Modernization in most things since many areas of human concern require least profit from intense focus

Any virtue illogically carried to an extreme becomes a vice. Honesty without understanding can become hostility. Truth without compassion can be brutal. Similarly, carrying out modernization in all things blindly can turn explosive. So is modernization in all things an ill considered advice? No. Intelligent application of modernization in all things is a blessing. What can anybody say about extreme use? The same sword that defends also kills. So is the sword "bad" or is it "good"? It is both. It just depends on the hands in which it is. So it is with the concept of modernization in all things.

Before we try to understand this, we need to be clear about our definition of modernization. We call something modern if we can identify with it as of our time or related with something that has been developed recently. The word is also used for things that seem to be ahead of time. So modernization means making something or somebody appear modern in appearance or behavior. Modernization in all things in the society means updating or improving upon material assets, acquiring and implementing new technology and making people's view liberal, unbiased, intelligent, informed and sophisticated.

Carrying out modernization in all things is the only road to a comprehensive development. Getting biased and taking it to "most things" may lead to a lop-sided, incongruous growth. Cancerous is the word. Can we hope to get a good society if we take into account modernization of only, say, material assets and technology? It may, at best, lead to a materially prosperous society barbaric in thought! On the other hand if one concentrates only on human resources, the society may grow intellectually but will suffer materially. Who is to decide how much is most? Where does its boundary begin and where does it end?

We definitely need modernization in all things. The question of intense focus does not arise if the growth has to be comprehensive. However, we do need intelligent planning and even better execution to see it through. This is true for any project. Each area can be taken one at a time or the responsibility may be divided. Priorities may be attached to a job according to the need of time. That is all right. However, after all has been said and done, all the areas must be covered.

There are no guarantees in life. Even the best laid plans falter. All you can do is give your best shot. Most means you are leaving something. All means one hundred percent effort. In any given scenario any logical person can tell you which one is better!

Life Technically

Dear Vendors

We have decided to undertake a project to understand life and develop programmatic models around it. We hope such models will not only benefit the AI but will be of good commercial value to the world too. The model will essential consist of a "world" and "forms".

Expressing "life" needs a form because a form has constraints. A form without constraints is free energy with no rules. This would essentially leave the team clueless from where to begin. Besides we also believe that pure energy with no constraints is not capable of experiencing or observing, is not capable of "consciousness". Only constraints give a frame of reference. It is something like in real world gravity defines "up" and "down", our body constraints define "left" and "right", a society defines "right" and "wrong". One can argue that for a zero-gravity place there would be no up or down, for an amoeba there can be no left or right and what is right in one society may as well be wrong in the other. However, we observe, that constraints limit a system and make it easier to program. Constraints should limit the perception but they will also make our models practical, developable and sustainable.

Another pragmatic reason for introducing constraints is that data-processing for life like systems(the forms) becomes extremely difficult and slow for the processing system if it is not ruled by constraints. The main system gets bogged down by too many details. This brings us to the second point of the proposal : probable design for forms. The different forms in the model may be considered separate systems made of smaller subsystems. But the functioning of the subsystems should be essentially decoupled from the main processing system. This means that the working of the subsystems should be essentially invisible to the main system until there is an event worth the time of the main system (like an exception thrown..). We assert that the "Observable" pattern may be pretty useful here. Every task and subsystem may hence have an independent algorithm with which the main system cannot affect to large extent. The data-exchange between them is also restricted. This should have significant advantages in terms of data-handling. One disadvantage that may arise out of it is that the form, despite of all the information, may be essentially unaware of itself.

Since the forms will need to interact, there should be a set of rules for that too, the implementation of which is left to the team. This will define "senses" of the form. Functions like death should be implemented if forms can replicate. However we do not want loss of experience and would like it to persist in some way in the forms replacing the "dead" form. May be we can recycle the energy as the concept of "re-birth".

The forms interact with each other and the "world" by the rules of the model. We propose two models: Evolution Model and God Model. In Evolution model we introduce very simple forms, the rules and just watch the emergent behavior. The forms may combine, learn, change, "evolve". In God model we introduce advanced forms as and when necessary and interfere if system starts becoming highly chaotic. We also drive the forms to a "purpose" for better understanding of directing emergent behavior of bots.

We expect you will start by creating simple worlds and complicate them as you gain experience.

Your Truly

Orion Inc.

PS: Last Minute Request: Once we determine what behavior is going to generate revenue, we would like you to implant bots with a "super-evolution" algorithm. Essentially after crossing a threshold we expect the bots to increase in processing power and observation. So to say the interaction between the subsystems and main system may become more powerful after increase in processing power. If the bot starts showing signs of intelligence and self-awareness, we would like to observe the results.

A Memory

A memory is an impression on the mind. The mind, stuck with its human “loneliness“. Stuck with itself...

A memory is past. It is “the splinter in my mind“.

For me memory is also a word. And that word is you... The cold lonely plains of eternity manifest themselves on the pallid, barren plains of gloominess. The cold winter persists awaiting the promise of spring. Delayed may be but nevertheless inevitable... And then the summer, autumn...and then the winter again... The cyclic manifestations of joy and sorrow? There is something I remember. And you? What do you feel? What perturbs you? What doesn't? So, life is a breeze? Life is nothing..or is it.... Get out of my mind. Now. Or manifest as you should...

May be if I could just be, I could have all I ever wanted. be-have?

Memory, the moments that flash across my eyes to haunt or delight... There are faces I see but it is difficult to listen to what they say. I know the words but I can't hear them. Could never hear them. Can you hear me? What do I say... Even you will become a memory. And me? I will re-invent you to nurture my lonely,delirious dreams. Would you know? Would you care? Will I?

So just hold on to what's there and move...we will find the way... I hope..

Pain

Pain: an unpleasant sensation occurring in varying degrees of severity as a consequence of injury, disease, or emotional disorder says the dictionary. My focus, I guess, is on the emotional side.

There is a pain we live with. A pain that promises to go away easily but does not. Living in pain is not a voluntary decision. It is like a severe attack of migraine. The one suffering cries, shouts and even bangs his head: often hurting himself and the people around. Yet the pain simply won't go. At that time the only thing that seems real is pain. “What is real” if Morpheus asked me, the pain is, I would say...

My take on it? What do I say... To say, to be heard and interpreted... Like always, I risk it for what the hell! I personally feel that a little awareness, magnanimity and strength can cure pain. For some time at least. The pain will return in the same or a different form because there is so much to learn... Changes will come but perhaps one life time will be too short to eliminate pain. Key words are persist, respect, wait, love, balance, play. Persist with effort, respect time, wait for your chance, love yourself(very important) and everybody and everything you can, balance whatever you learn for it may just be one of many faces of truth, play for life is short and no one knows for sure what after that...

Nothing touches the peace in the core once it is manifested. So they say...

So it goes.

The Gift to See

I feel people often delude themselves about the truth of things. But how does one “see” truth, as they say? The Sufis (and many other saints/philosophers) believed that one has to prove oneself worthy of truth and the truth surfaces. They were talking about God but I feel it holds true even for our day-to-day life. The first and only condition to achieve this, I feel, is silence. Not outside but inside. I have experienced that when I meditate and get some respectable silence in the mind, things seem much clearer. Only in silence I can let go of things and see them for what they are (like Jack Welsch writes “stop kidding! things are as they are!”). A possible reason may be that only in silence the chaos comes down and one is able to see. A zen master once told his disciple that one cannot desire the truth for truth comes from desirelessness.

I may add that in the end even truth is a point of view in the world. That is if you decide to look at things...

Moving Along

In retrospect the past feels like a dream. A feeling that I am either falling or flying. Things happened in strange funny ways while I was bombarded with cliches and questions alike..

“Whatever it is, do it 100% and you will be happy!” Great! You don't look like either a 100% guy or a happy one. Good advice anyway!

“Find out your dream, what you really-really want to do! You will be happy!” The Alchemist fever... What dream? These psychosomatic influences and beliefs that rise from the conditioning the society gives us? Pllleaassse!

I learnt the hard way that people can be selfish and short-sighted (or, pleasantly, the opposite). The ability to philosophize exceeds the one to execute in most (bureaucracy of the mind!). As life gets more complex and the bellies are full, more demands enter the mind of many. Talk about dreams to a guy living in poverty and he may think you are crazy (that makes the majority of the world...sad but true). Ever been near death? Would clear your head so much that you would question the way you live. And if you have survived to read this (like I did to write), you may as well agree that in the end nothing really matters except the few good moments and the happiness today. If God asked you, “Dude! Your time is up. Let's go!”, could you just stand up and walk without any regret? Right now?

Saints call life a play of divine. And we are the Gods who play? Seems like we are being played with but what the hell! Who knows? So I guess just let be, let go. Relax with yourself and you may just meet your soul. Soulmate? Dunno about that piece of story. Another thing I feel is that one has to also learn to give without fear (and learn when not to give without fear!). I think it is important both for growth and strength. Learning more as I live each day. And so it goes..

The Way of Orion

Time moves as it must. The imperceptible change becomes perceptible when it stares right down at your face. Life seems like a big-big game. To be happy you need to be game. And you have to remember that happiness is today, now.

The basic problem is thinking. The same thinking that gets one involved/affected by most trivial of things can also be revealing and helpful at times. Some people believe thinking can be channelized. Channelize? Where? The flux of thoughts never ceases. Thoughts come and go off their own sweet will and time. However, to be affected or not is a choice. I guess one can try to think, learn and move. Movement is the key or you are stuck.

Another enemy is feelings as I know them. Feelings change. If there is anything certain about feelings, it is change. Everybody,in essence, wants to feel happy. Yet more often than not this very desire for happiness kills our happiness. This usually happen when we become so obsessed with our feelings that we forget that others have feelings too.

Will write more some other day. Ending with a small couplet I once wrote...


When I feel I write a word
A one, a two, a three and four
More, more; words more
To add to list, to get a gist
Incomplete, meaningless
Misleading and sad
Words...

The Breath of Life

(Dedicated to H. H. Sri Sri Ravi Shankar)

Down with cravings and out with fear
Restless like a ghoul, evanascent like a tear
Fretting around in cold, sharp mercurial logic and reason
Lusting for the world in every season
I moved feverishly in the cold rain
My soul asunder, my life in pain
I lived the meaningless existence, the endless strife
But it changed for good with the breath of life
You took away my shallow breaths, my long sighs
You gave me love, You gave me the breath of life
You took my reasons and gave me joy
From an ailing man You made me a blissful boy
Jaded my confusions, made my mind as sharp as knife
Taught me to love again, gave me the breath of life
Practices shall take away strands that remain
And one day I will be whole like you free from all pain
I surrender my lust, my greed, my confusion
And pray to be with you in every season
To know my soul, be blessed by the breath and You
To be able to live every moment as new
To be in your grace and spread the light
To be an instrument of peace, to end people's plight,
Give us all the breath of life...

गुरू इश्क तेरा

(dedicated to H. H. Sri Sri Ravi Shankar)

गुरु इश्क तेरा खुद में बेमिसाल है,
यह जो रंगत है चेहरे पर मेरी, वो तेरा ही कमाल है...

जो देखता है वाह-वाह करता है,
जो सुनता है कहता है तू आतिश है, धमाल है,
यह जो रंगत है चेहरे पर मेरी, वो तेरा ही कमाल है...

खुश हूँ मुसीबतों में, मेहफूस हूँ मुश्किलों में,
कोई कहता है दीवाना मुझको,में कहता हूँ तेरे इश्क का मयाल है,
यह जो रंगत है चेहरे पर मेरी, वो तेरा ही कमाल है...

मरता है 'सवीन' तुझ पर, तुझ पर सब निसार है,
अब आ के देख ले तू खुद ही तूने किया जो कमाल है,
यह जो रंगत है चेहरे पर मेरी, वो तेरा ही कमाल है...

What Lies Beyond?

You may be smart but you can still make mistakes.
You may be fast but someone slower may be able to beat you.
You may be strong but the one who knows your vulnerability may throw you on the mat.
You may be focussed but the focus may be on the wrong things.

Everything that is right can go wrong and sometimes you get away with just about anything.

Yes, life in short-term is not fair. But it is a long-long journey...

In the end it is you. You who has the choice. That is if you know that...

God shows you a shiny poster which says "Anything is possible." Go closer. The fine print says "Conditions Apply!"

Life is a journey. Don't ask me the destination! Could not tell you even if I knew it. I am just moving like you.

Beyond feelings, beyond good and bad.

On second thought may be life is a game. Or is it an imprisonment? A school or a mad-house?

What are you searching for?

Do you even know who you are? Are you sure...

Beyond loneliness, company, love and its permutations.

Beyond the nothingness you don't really know.

Beyond you.. lies what?

Love Questions

I intrinsically feel that I am entering dangerous waters when I am trying to write about love. Why? Because for me love is such a strong feeling that it shakes you totally. What can the pen write about something that not even the best can explain and yet everybody can feel? Any expression is bound to fail. When we love somebody, we cannot even express it fully with words, gestures..and to write about it.. How do you describe an emotion so rich that permeates the creation? Forget the creation, even all other emotions... Greed is love for objects. Romance (as in movies) is love for a person. Nationalism is love for the country. For society it is the feeling of humanity. A prayer for the divine. And all the colors in between...

So may be I 'll just share what I feel and (don't) understand about it. First thing I have learnt is that feelings change. People change. Times change. Love stays... No matter what you do, it bloody stays! But where is the love I talk about? Is it in the different people I meet? Or is it in the different objects I covet? Is it in the past or will it come in the future? Is it only about “humanity“ and “God“ or something like that? I really don't know. I just feel... But where is it?

Love is in me, I like to think sometimes. Not that I am “the light and the joy the world awaits“ but... Or is it just another lie the world has told me to use me?

OK forget the esoteric part! Let's talk about pragmatic love for a few lines. What about love for people? Is it about possessing people or seeing them happy? What do people mean by true love? A hypothetical love free of passion, expectations, desire, possession...? If I say “if you love me, then I love you”, is it love, business or practicality? Is love even remotely possible? How many people would recognize love even when it stared them in the face?

My love is the freedom I seek. And someday I will be free (may be not!). And yes, my freedom is not about perfection, it is about love. So here I leave you with my love for the world, the creation, the Gods and, of course, you...

दर्द

मरता है तो मर जाए, बस दर्द थोड़ा सा कम हो जाए...

वो कहते हैं कि मिलता है सकून कब्र में
या जब शोलों से खेला जाए,
बस दर्द थोड़ा सा कम हो जाए...

वो जानते दर्द तो दर्द भी क्या बुरा था,
वो जानते मोहब्बत तो जीना भी क्या बुरा था!
ऐसे गए वो कि जाने कब सामने आए,
बस दर्द थोड़ा सा कम हो जाए...

ना हरम में ना मयकशी में
ना गम में ना ख़ुशी में
ना महफिलों में ना बेखुदी में
ना जीने में ना अब मरने में चैन आए,
बस दर्द थोड़ा सा कम हो जाए...

खुली रख आँखें 'सवीन' अभी,
कि थामे रख साँसें अभी,
क्या पता इक बार फिर वो सामने आए,
बस दर्द थोड़ा सा कम हो जाए...

आवाज़

भरे-भरे से रात दिन किसी की आवाज़ से...

पुकारूँ तो भी छलक जाए
पर दूर से कुछ भी नज़र ना आए...
पास जाऊँ तो सुनूँ उसके राज़,
बाँध कर ले आऊँ साथ अपने उसकी आवाज़,
कि तनहा हैं रात-दिन ना जाने किस हिसाब से,
भरे-भरे से रात दिन किसी की आवाज़ से...

अगर है तनहाई मुकाद्दर तो सीने से लगा लूँ,
है जशन सन्नाटा, सबको बता दूँ
कौन है साथ किसके,यह पूछो जनाब से,
भरे-भरे से रात दिन किसी की आवाज़ से...

वो थे दूर तो दिल में दर्द हुआ,
वो आए पास तो दिल ही ना हुआ...
रह गए बस कुछ लम्हे खराब से,
भरे-भरे से रात दिन किसी की आवाज़ से...

Are You Alone?

What churns in the dark, unfathomable seas of my mind is obscure. Not obscure enough to make me numb. And then I wonder, like I always have, about some stupid things like right and wrong: about what needs to be done and not done. And then comes this sweet drowning sensation after which I simply don't care about anything...life comes to a standstill. Everything becomes meaningless. Meaningless existence perturbs and tries to overcome itself. But in the end there is only endless conviction...

I have spent a large part of my life like this, alone and wondering what is wrong. Why I really don't feel happy? What is that I am looking for? What is happiness for me, what is my real aim in life? What direction am I heading to and where will I go with all this... The impetus to go on vanishes and I feel really low at times. Very low.

And then there is this joy of being alive and I suddenly feel rejuvenated. The joy of having a whole body, food, water, air, computer and small luxuries. The wonder of seeing, hearing and being able to feel, being able to be sensitive. The wonder of life, the gift of sanity, intelligence and desire. To be able to think and feel, walk and talk, love and do good. Life is a wonder with a miracle happening each moment around me, the miracles I refuse to see in hope of a "big" miracle. The joy and wonder are lost in the pseudo feeling of loneliness. I am alone?

But there is no two. Two is the confusion, two is the source of sorrow, two is the all-consuming feverishness to be one say the wise. I guess we have to realize that we are “one“, we will always be the one. And so will be our neighbor and our mother and our friend... Each one for himself(or herself). The way gets lonesome because it is lonesome. The company we get is also meant to teach or balance the great karmic scales it seems. In the end all are alone...

The Wait for Freedom

Life is good. At least now. Yet I look back and wonder where to yet again. The so called “wonder of life” (or the “pain of existence” if you please). The lessons we never need. OK, sometimes, may be we do! Do we? Company and solitude coming to me in circles, the false promise of eternal existence to live with...

Sometimes I feel like I am in sort of a glass maze. The see-through unbreakable walls. You can see but you cannot really trust what you see. If you do, you are going to end up with a bloody nose. You have your eyes, you can see. Yet you must find your way like a blind man. Can get infinitely irritating. Not optional, completely mandatory. You can see the exit you can't reach. You can't hurry it up. Only patience, preseverance, learning and hard-work may possibly lift you.

Possibly...

These walls which I can neither scale nor break (or see) shape every step I take. The Sufi saints said that you cannot fill a container faster by making two holes in it(i.e. if you want to retain some water in it!). You like it or not is not the question.

Just move.

Yet I feel that it is not because “somebody” loves me or hates me. It is the way it is. Just like that. If I believe in karma, it is my creation. The answers will come I guess. And I will wait..

आरज़ू

है बुझा सा दिल,
कभी तो आ कर तू मुझे मिल...
मुझे इक हँसी दे जा,
मेरे कानों में कुछ चुपके से कह जा,
मुझे गले लगा के ठहर जा कुछ पल,
आज ही आ किसने देखा है कल,
दीवानगी चाहे इसे कहे कोई,
जानता है जो सहे वो ही,
चाह किसी के पास होने की,
चैन से फिर कुछ पल यूँ सोने की,
पर इक बुझे से दिल में सब है धुआँ,
हर चैन जाने खोया है कहाँ,
ना उम्मीद, ना आरज़ू, ना इल्तेजाह कोई ,
राख के समंदर में रूह है सोई,
ना अब्र है, ना रौशनी है, ना हवा है,
नहीं जानते कि अब हम कहाँ हैं,
बुझा है दिल,महफिल में कोई शमा जलाए,
किसी बहाने से हम उनसे मिलने जाये...

इश्क

इश्क में डूब कर, इश्क में गिर कर, इश्क ही में मर जाओगे,
जनाज़ा भी इश्क-इश्क चिल्लाएगा मौत से जब इश्क निभाओगे!
शोलों से भी इश्क मिलेगा, चिता से भी चैन पाओगे,
राख में भी मिल गए तो ज़मीं से भी इश्क निभाओगे,
पानी में जो फूल गए, पानी से भी इश्क पाओगे,
आशिक हो, खुद इश्क बन कर फ़िज़ाओं में खो जाओगे...

पत्थर

हम पर भी निसार हो जाते वो,
पर ना यह दिल पत्थर का था और ना ही थी मोहब्बत उन्हें...

खुद या खुदा

तुझ में खुद को देखा, तुझ में खुद को पाया
और एक आह की दूरी पर हम ने खुदा को पाया...

रास्ता

हर बार मैं लौट के आया तनहा,
रास्ता न जाने किस सफ़र का बताया उसने...

ज़हर

ज़हर घोला यूं उसने साँसों में मेरी
कि आहों से मेरी कारवाँ के कारवाँ मरते गए...

Rainy Day

It was a rainy day...
Alone and friendless
Wet, cold and aimless
On me I let it rain
It was a rainy day...

Feet moved till the edges of darkness
To the flame flickering bright
I sighed, perhaps with respite
To only realize it was lightning shining through the night...
Hissing clouds of smoke met the rain half way
Though they had nothing to say
As they disappeared etching a face I know,
I realized there was still a long way to go...
What alluded me was only my name,
My way, my destination, my game
Yet the shoes moved with a swooshing sound
And no more I bothered looking around...

I was five years old playing under the sun
A spring beneath my feet, breaking in a run
I followed that butterfly to the end of the lake...

As I laid on the grass watching the moon
Counting the stars, humming a looney tune
I was the wolf, the serpent, the bat, the owl,
I was the hoot, the screech, the hiss, the howl!

And I drifted...

The sun was rising again

The numb, cold flesh begged for some rays
And the mighty sun found its ways
To fill me with warmth again
To dry what I got wet in the rain
The sweet smelling earth laid still
And so did I on that hill
As I wondered what was in a face, what was in a name,
What was in a destination and what was in a game?

I got up and to east I moved away,
It was a rainy day..

I Want

I want to fly like a bird
I want to enjoy the seasons
I want to touch a life
I want to live beyond all reasons
I want to be my best
I want to feel what I see there
I want a love forever
I want to just be everywhere
I want to know who I am
I want to travel a happy road
And if you ever loved me
We could share the load

I would become a bird if you were my flight
I would be the spring if you were my light
I can be the words if you can understand
I could feel and sense if you held my hand
But all said and all above,
I would know me if I was in love..

Flowers of Light

Yellow flowers of the light
Shining with the sun, shining bright
Eyes on the light and the smile ahoy
Come to my heart and give me joy
Fill the air with a copper smell
Of earth and love and tales to tell
Of golden fields all in sight
O flowers of sun in the light
I look at you and I smile
Standing alone on this joyous isle
Deep I breath as my eyes I close
I spread my wings and I pose
Haughtily my eyes I let dream
Of flowers and water in the valley green
Of feelings feeling just so right
Shining with the sun, shining bright
With love for the flowers of light...

Desert Rain

The endless desert days
The fiery sands
The beautiful dunes
The dying hands
The endless desert nights
The chilling air
The crawling scorpions
All those lost prayers
The travelers, the survivors
What else to give
Taking a step a time
The breaths left to live

But I see the water
I see the green
They tell me it is a mirage
There is nothing to be seen
But, lo, clouds gather
And raise a storm
Cool winds blow
A rain is born
Is it my eyes
Or is it the mind
A mirage of the heart
Or a memory blind..

But I feel the drops
My spirits rise
No vultures I see
Circling the skies
Parched lips mumble
A prayer well said
The skies changes hues
From black to red
Real it is
Please tell me
Love it is
For us to see...

(Inspiring thought:

Why.. Why are things like they are.. Why is there no end to human greed and selfishness? Or is it just a different manifestation of the power struggle inherently embedded in our animal genes? To control the most and to be responsible the least? Is it all that we aspire for in one way or other? Or is there more to life?

This life is like a desert: beautiful but deadly (well) and dry. Extreme in its temperament, liberal with its mirages, miserly with it oases. Many are its dangers and still more are its charms. And surprising is the life it really holds under the cover of barrenness. Unparalleled is its cruelty, unforgiving are its conditions.

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Journey

A journey to begin, a life to start
Tell me, tell me the dreams in your heart
Sunny days, thunderstorms or dark nights
Tell me, tell me what you feel is right
With your tender heart in a steely shell
A journey like no other to heaven or hell
Of love and tenderness and a distant song
Or something you knew all along
A poem, an epic or a play
Tell me, tell me what you have to say
Let me take your hand or you take mine
On our journey to the valley of sunshine
Of tales to sing and coppery flowers
Of love and life and grateful showers
Of you and me and all that we want
Of holy silence of a sacred chant
Of passion, of wants and of desire
Of togetherness around the holy fire
Come with me, and we will see
A journey of love between you and me..

The One

In a granite jungle a blooming flower
In a scorching desert a grateful shower
In a heartless world a presence of love
A friend of life sent from above
In selfish minds two caring eyes
On a lonesome birthday a gift from the skies
In sea of wants someone who wants to give
In sinking hopes a reason to live
A loving tone in pushing voices
A clear way in this world of choices
In decaying values a soul so pure
One thing in my life for which I will be sure
For the one who shall be love to me
And so she would always be
The fragrance of the flower of my life
The one who'd be my wife..